Author: Ashley
Title: Losing Your Inhibitions
Rating: M - Mature
Part: 7/16
Pairing: Mon-El and Kara Danvers (Zor-El)
Word Count (Chapter): 3,425
Summary: "She'd gotten home a few minutes before him, her angry speed outweighing his. When he'd walked through the door she was stomping about, throwing off her jacket, kicking her shoes at the wall, muttering angrily to herself. "What's wrong with you?" he laughed as he walked through the doorway after her, slamming the heavy wood door behind them." - Mon-El comes across an object that effects him in the same way that Red Kryptonite effects Kara. What kind of trouble can he get himself (and Kara) into?
Disclaimer: I don't own Supergirl, DC Comics or anything related to such things. The ideas, dialogue and plot points were inspired by the show, but they are my own. Plagiarism isn't nice. Please don't steal my ideas.
A/N: Hello again, everybody!
Here's Chapter 7. Ratings warning again - cussing, aggressive sexual content and all that kind of adult stuff.
Chapter Seven: "You're Mine, Kara."
Monday
"She'd gotten home a few minutes before him, her angry speed outweighing his. When he'd walked through the door she was stomping about, throwing off her jacket, kicking her shoes at the wall, muttering angrily to herself.
'What's wrong with you?' he laughed as he walked through the doorway after her, slamming the heavy wood door behind them."
She spun around to look at him, her face red, definitely with anger this time. "Me?" she yelled at him. "What's wrong with me? You!" She stomped over to him. "You're what's wrong with me!"
"Me?" he furrowed his eyebrows at her. "What the hell for? What did I do?"
Her jaw dropped as she watched him. "Did you seriously just ask me that, Mon-El?"
He blinked at her.
"You seriously just asked me…" she paused. "Do you not see what was wrong about what you did in that bar just now?"
He stared at her and didn't say a word.
"You embarrassed the heck out of me, Mon-El!" she shouted at him as she moved right up to him, standing merely a few inches away. "You made such a scene in front of all those people! Do you know how awful that was for me? You slapping my ass like that? Objectifying me in front of all those people?!"
"Objectifying?" he returned. "I was n-"
"Well, it sure as hell felt like it!" she yelled in his face. "You realize that I work with Rick, right? I see him at work every day. How am I going to look at him without being embarrassed about how my boyfriend acts in public?"
"Rick," he spat his name again.
"Yes, Rick. My colleague."
"Your colleague," he repeated. "Is that all he is?"
She looked at him incredulously as she pushed at his chest in anger. "For Rao's sake, Mon-El! Is that what this is all about? He's married! He and his beautiful wife got a babysitter and some relatives to take care of their daughter for a few weeks and they went to Aruba on vacation. I was just asking him about the trip and if they had a good time away." She moved to walk past him and into the bedroom.
"Why do you care? If you weren't into him, then why would you care?" he grabbed at her wrist as she tried to leave and he tugged her back toward him.
She pulled her wrist from his grasp. "Because I'm a decent person. Because he's my friend. Because I wanted to listen to his stories about what fun things they did!"
"You were with him a long time, Kara. You just left me there at that table to go be with him," he stated as he stepped in close to her.
"I was gone maybe five minutes," she shook her head as she rolled her eyes.
"You were gone seven minutes."
"Do you hear yourself right now? You're crazy!" she tried to walk to the bedroom again and his hand fell back to her wrist. "Ugh! You didn't even clean up that god damned plant!" she gestured to the pile of broken ceramic and dirt still on the bedroom floor.
"I'm not crazy," he stated, pulling her back to him.
"Well, you sure as hell sound crazy," she tugged her hand away again. "You attacked a man! You can't just beat people up when you're pissed off. You know better than this. That was a human bar, Mon-El. Humans call the cops. You could've gotten arrested."
"I would have just beaten the cops up, too," he laughed.
"You realize this isn't funny, right? This is serious."
"You didn't think I would be pissed about you being with another guy?"
"You're delusional! I wasn't with another guy. I was having a conversation with a man and you went nuts! Remember all those girls I found you with yesterday? You didn't see me go crazy in the bar."
"I didn't want those girls, Kara."
"And I don't want Rick, but you still turned into an asshole."
"What'd you just call me?" he cocked an eyebrow at her as his hand locked on her wrist another time.
She shook his hand off of her. "I swear to Rao, if you grab my wrist one more time," she shoved at his chest and he stumbled back a step. "And I called you an asshole. Asshole!" she shouted at him.
An upset look crossed his face before quickly disappearing. She caught a flickering of red through his eyes; as fast as lightning, but she was pretty sure she saw it. "Don't talk to me like that, Kara," he spoke through gritted teeth.
"Why not?" she challenged. "You've been talking to me like that lately."
"Don't say that. I treat you good, Kara," he said as he shook his head. This time he tried to walk past her and into the bedroom, but her hand reached out and grabbed at his arm.
"It's well, Mon-El. You treat me well," she smirked at him before chuckling lightly, making fun of his minor grammatical error. "And lately you haven't been," she shrugged.
He growled at her as she released his wrist. "You're taken care of, Kara. I take care of you."
"Just because you say it over and over again, doesn't make it true." She turned away and moved to change into her pajamas and get ready for bed before she felt herself spinning around, her back hitting the wall with a loud thump; hard enough that she was surprised that there wasn't a resulting hole in the wall.
His hand was holding her chin, his eyes boring into hers. His hips were thrust against her, pinning her to the wall behind her, his hardness pressing against her thigh. She wondered how long he'd been arguing with her with that hard on.
"You're mine, Kara," he whispered against her lips. "I take care of what's mine."
"You don't own me, Mon-El," she whispered in return, her eyes staring back at him just as intently. "I'm not yours." She pulled at his hand, taking it off her chin. "In a second," she snapped her fingers near his face for emphasis, "I could leave you." Her hands grabbed his, moving them to her sides and sliding them down her torso. "And all this would be gone," she grinned at him, almost mockingly. "You don't own me," she repeated.
Then his mouth collided with hers, her head banging against the wall behind her with the force of him, his hands gripping her waist tightly as his hips jutted into hers.
"You want me to prove it to you?" He nipped at her earlobe as he pulled away, though it didn't feel much like a nip. More like a bite, the sting actually running down her jaw. "Prove that you're mine?"
She wanted to say no. She wanted to push him away, tell him to screw off and stop being such a dick to her, but somewhere in amongst the anger and shouting, her desire for him that always sat dormant sprung up and flowed through her, her heart pounding in her chest. His dark smile spread across his face, a sparkle in his eye that screamed danger and all she could think of was the way he'd taken her last night; her body so overwhelmed with pleasure that she was nearly shaking.
"Prove it," she whispered and she barely got the words out before he was thrusting up against her, pushing her body harshly into the wall behind her, his lips nearly suffocating her as he attacked her with his mouth.
His hands were moving so quickly, his own clothes being pulled from his body as she took off her clothes, her top falling to the floor, her bra quickly following before she felt his fingers on her. His hands were at her hips, securing themselves on her waistband before tearing; the denim falling to pieces at her feet.
She wished she could be angry about her new jeans, but their removal only helped aid the throbbing between her legs. His hand grabbed at her roughly, fingers pushing against her sex through her underwear, rubbing the cotton against her.
"This is mine," he emphasized, his fingers stroking her harshly, the words said against her neck through gritted teeth.
She shivered as she nodded, her forehead falling to his shoulder in front of her. "But I'm still mad," she mumbled against him and he laughed.
"Sure you are. You're going to make this easy," he continued with a light chuckle. "I won't have to prove much." His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he tugged her toward him, pulling her near their bed. He pushed her underwear down her legs as they moved, Kara tripping as they got caught on her ankle before he grabbed at them, throwing them off in the distance behind himself.
"Bend over. On your hands and knees on the bed," he instructed. She quickly moved, getting into position in front of him, her hips tilting as her back arched and she wiggled her ass in front of him. His hand came down on her behind; likely pretty hard, but she barely felt it, merely noticing just the presence of his hand on her naked skin.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. She knew she probably shouldn't bring up Rick again. She shouldn't have been pushing him about a topic that got to him so easily, but when his hands were gripping at her body, his mouth insistent against hers and his hard on pressed against her, her belly started to flutter and her thighs began to tremble and she had to have him.
"That's all you got?" she snickered. "I thought you were angry. I thought you were upset about Rick."
His left hand grabbed her ass cheek, gripping tightly while his other flew to her hair, locking onto the strands and pulling. He pulled her backwards, her hands leaving the mattress as she ended up on her knees, her back falling into his chest. "Don't say his name in our bed," he growled in her ear.
She turned to look at him. "Rick?" she teased, emphasizing the K.
He tugged on her hair again and her neck tilted further back against his shoulder. "What did I just say to you?"
"He wouldn't treat me like this," she stated, tugging his hand from her hair and moving forward onto her hands again.
"You wanted it like this, Kara. You started this."
"And if you don't stop slapping me and pulling my hair, I'm going to finish it by kicking you out of my apartment."
"Our apartment," he corrected.
"My apartment," she stated firmly. "You moved in. I can kick you out," she said, her head turning as she looked at him, batting her eyelashes at him innocently.
"You wouldn't do that to me," he stated as he shook his head and she saw a look go across his face; one that made her eyebrows knit together. Fear? Worry? But then she saw his face darken, a veiny red blush flicker across his cheeks, his eyes almost bloodshot. "Turn around," he stated angrily.
"Mon-El, I-"
"Turn around!" he demanded and she did.
She felt his hand on her sex, rubbing at her again and she groaned. She felt the tip of his cock against her ass, tapping across her skin and she guessed that he was stroking himself. She angled her hips when she felt his hands on them pulling her backward, her knees nearly sliding off the bed as he remained standing. Then he pushed inside of her; quickly, roughly, and all the way to the hilt, his hips slamming into her body.
She groaned as she tried to adjust her body to his size, her stance widening and her hands slipping on the mattress as she moved. She tried to stand herself back up, but he began to thrust unforgivingly and she gave up trying, moving to rest on her lower arms, balancing on her elbows. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing her flesh in his hands, admiring the pale pink markings he was able to make on her skin with his hold.
He grunted loudly before his arm slid around her middle, lifting her body and moving her forward as he slid out of her. Her head turned slightly so she could see what he was planning, but his hand pushed at her cheek, directing her face away from him. He guided her further along the mattress before moving onto it himself, supporting himself on his knees behind her. His chest rested fully on her back as he pushed inside of her again, his quick pace resuming as he aimed to find release with or without her.
The sound of their skin slapping together echoed in the room, along her with intermittent moans and his frequent grunts. Her hand slid down to touch herself, her fingers rubbing harshly against her clit. Her forehead fell to the mattress, her face pressed into the comforter as she cried out. She felt his teeth against her back, biting into her and nearly breaking the skin.
He could feel himself close to the edge when her walls tightened around him hard, strangling his cock as he continued to thrust. He groaned loudly before slipping out of her, taking his cock into his hand as he tugged on himself. His other hand flipped her body over and she landed on her back. Her chest was heaving up and down, her face flushed as she looked up at him. His eyes moved up and down her body before he came, spurting onto her chest and abdomen with a smirk. When he was done, he released himself and his eyes flicked from her torso up to meet hers.
"You're mine, Kara. Don't forget that," he said, a rush of red running through his irises before he moved off the mattress and stepped into the bathroom.
She lay there panting, thighs trembling as she listened to the shower turn on while wondering how she could possibly be so out of breath and spent considering that they hadn't been at it all that long. She looked down at her chest, his seed scattered along her skin.
That was hot.
Watching him come like that, so hard in front of her. She was pretty sure she wasn't okay with the premise behind it, but boy did she feel satisfied. She slowly moved to sit up, her hand reaching to her bedside table to grab some tissue to clean herself off. She heard the shower stop, water merely trickling from the tap before he walked out; hair wet and completely nude.
"You're a mess," he said as he slid a hand to her back, ushering her to stand from the bed. "Go shower."
She frowned at him before she pointed to the floor. "Can you please clean that mess up while I shower then?" she asked, referring to the now dead crumpled plant still lying in the middle of the pathway to the bathroom.
"Fine," he muttered as she moved around the mess and into the bathroom.
She sped through a shower, under the water's spray for barely five minutes before she hopped out and moved back to the bedroom.
Mon-El was lying on his back on his side of the bed when she walked out, his eyes on the ceiling above him. She was surprised that the plant had actually been cleaned up. She walked over to her clothing racks, her eyes searching for pajamas to put on when he called out.
"You're not getting dressed."
She turned to look at him. His eyes remained on the ceiling.
"Why not?" she asked him, an eyebrow raised.
"'Cause I don't want you to," he said simply as he looked at her. "I want you naked."
"We're not having sex again," she said as she shook her head at him. He eyed her but he didn't say anything. "I think my legs are still wobbly," she looked down at her knees as she moved toward the bed. "I don't know if it's the adrenaline or…not to feed your ego or anything, but that's only ever happened with you."
He smirked at her as he moved the comforter aside for her to slip in. She crawled under the covers, her leg swinging over both of his as she moved to lay on top of him. She pressed her nose to his neck and she felt his arms wrap around her; his gentle hold nearly throwing her off, her mind still remembering how aggressive and angry he had been not but twenty minutes ago.
"You'd tell me if you were having a problem, right?" she whispered against his skin.
"What kind of problem?" he asked.
She shrugged against him, her own arms wrapping around his torso. "Any kind of problem. Don't get mad when I say it again, but I'm worried about you. Lately you've been…scaring me a bit. You're acting like the old you or something…the one that just arrived here from Daxam. But worse, I think."
"The old me? I'm the same person I've always been, Kara. Nothing should surprise you here."
She sighed, "Okay, I'll stop mentioning it. Just…can you relax a little more? Please?" she tapped her hand against his chest. "You're pretty wound up. I'm still mad about the bar thing, by the way. Don't ever do something like that to me again."
She felt his chest moving beneath her as he took in a deep breath before exhaling. He didn't say anything so she brushed it off, her eyes starting to feel droopy with the need to sleep. They were silent for a while, her nose still pressed to his neck, her whole body aligned with his.
"You ripped by new jeans," she pouted slightly, breaking the silence.
She felt him shrug. "Oh well, it's not like I paid for them or anything."
She raised her head as she looked at him, eyes suddenly wide open. His eyes were closed. "Then where did you get them?"
One eye popped open to look at her, but he continued to remain silent.
Her eyes widened. "Did you steal them?" No answer. "Oh my gosh, Mon-El! What's wrong with you?!" She slapped his chest. "You're going back to that store first thing tomorrow and you're paying for them."
"They're destroyed! Why would I even bother?"
"Because you stole them! Just speed in and leave money on the counter or something. You can't just steal things!" She sighed heavily as she lifted her head. "I don't understand any of this, but you have to stop acting out…and if you're not going to let me help you…" she trailed off as she moved off of him, lying down beside him on her back.
"Kara, I'm tired. Can you just yell at me again tomorrow?"
She turned her head to look at him.
"After I get back from the store?" he rolled his eyes. She didn't answer his question.
"I can't do this right now. Goodnight," she said quietly as she turned onto her side facing him, relaxing into the mattress as her eyes slipped closed on a heavy exhale.
He leaned down, his lips connecting with hers as he kissed her softly, Kara not responding, but rather ignoring the kiss. He pulled away and turned fully onto his side to face her. His hand slid across the mattress under the covers, his fingers reaching out and sliding along the curve of her breast.
"No sex," she said firmly, her eyes remaining shut. He sighed heavily.
"Turn around."
Her eyes flew open, remembering what happened the last time he'd said those words. "No sex," she repeated again.
"Gah, Kara. I get it. No sex. Fuck, do you want me to hold you or not?" he complained, his eyes darkening again. She watched his irises as they flickered with red and it was killing her that she couldn't pinpoint why that seemed familiar to her.
"Oh," she paused. "Fine," she nodded as she slowly moved into his arms, turning around. She felt his thigh shift and slide between her legs, a hand resting low on her hip, his other hand shoving her hair from his face, tangling in the strands before sliding under his pillow. He sighed softly against her as he cradled her body to his and she found herself relaxing against him.
"Night," he mumbled.
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